Much has happened, hasn't it, friend?
Much has changed. We've collected many things along the way. Friends, family, scars, stuff, memories, experience. I've been digging through some of it. Rediscovering what makes me...
me
Truth be told, I've been so focused on just staying afloat for so long, I forgot how to do anything else.
By the time things slowed down enough for me to breathe and look around, I realized how much I had let go. How much I lost.
Let's pause. You are far overdue for an update.
When we last parted, I graduated college. I just married. I started my first "real" job.
Here's everything that's happened since then:
A deer wrecked our only car 5 hours from home.
I tried and failed at an etsy store.
I lost my job.
Hubby got a good job.
We moved across the state into a 1 bedroom apartment.
Started at a food service job (work stories).
Quit and started an admin job with a bunch of foresters.
Went on two wildfire deployments as a Status/Check-In Recorder using the Incident Command System.
Adopted a dog (Sam)
Promoted to a better job within the organization.
Bought and moved into our first house (yay!).
Adopted a second dog (Toph)
Lost my father to the pandemic.
Therapy is in there somewhere. As are weddings, funerals, helping people move, more professional development courses than I can count, vehicle fixes/purchases, visits with friends and family, and just living life.
My husband has stood with me through all my crazy antics. For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness, in health, to love, and to cherish. By the grace of God, we're still here. 8 1/2 years later. My husband is patient and kind and gentle and smart and loving and so much better than I deserve. Is he perfect? No. Neither am I. But we are perfect for each other.
My life doesn’t look however I expected it to look 10-15 years ago. My life doesn’t look like my friends' lives. That's okay. It's pretty great, in spite of the flaws. There are a lot of good things along with the not so great ones.
Over the last year, I've:
Participated and won National Novel Writing Month (first time ever).
Wrote a full story (start to finish) in 6 months.
Met up with an online gamer friend and hung out together (hopefully a new trend).
Put together my first ever public cosplay for the Renaissance Festival.
Dusted off this old place. *looks around* *brushes away the cobwebs*
I've had more time lately to delve back into things I enjoy (crafts, video games, writing, baking, etc). I've hardly written anything of consequence in the last decade, yet in November I had a story to tell and decided to give NaNo another try again. After all, any words on paper are better than no words. I really, really want to finish Ice Sword Chronicles. (Hang in there, Blitz and Boomer, I'll get back to you eventually!)
But it's more than that. Since my father passed, it really hit me how fragile and short life is. It felt like my clock was running out. I realized that if I didn't share my stories, they would die with me. And I can't let that happen. I missed my chance at seeing my favorite band ever perform live. I'm not missing the chance to meet and visit the online friends we've been in communication with for years. Obviously, I'm still restricted by work schedules and travel budgets, but if an opportunity presents itself, I have to take it. I can't let fear stop me. Not any more.
So here's to more stories. Here's to making new memories. Here's to making some of my dreams a reality. Come with me, if you want.
Never Alone
Always Hope
I might be broken, but I'll still fly.
Watch me.
~ Savvy
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